Expand Yourself
Over the years, I’ve amassed a rather impressive collection of books. Books about everything. Medical textbooks on human decomposition? Yes. Cultural anthropology? Yup. Thrillers? Obviously. Romance novels? Mhmmm. Self-help books? Got those, too. Racial equity, social justice, human behavior, history, science? Absolutely. They all have a place on my shelves. My collection is as eclectic…
The Things That Haunt Us While We Sleep
An intimate look at nightmares, insomnia, and a mind that refuses to shut the fuck up. Do any of you have nightmares? And I don't mean the occasional dream where you're falling off a cliff, being chased by something with too many teeth, or showing up naked to a meeting you definitely should have prepared…
Halloween: From Glittery Costumes to Keeping Everyone Alive
Halloween. Oh, how I fucking love Halloween. There is something undeniably magical about the final days of October. The way the trees surrender their leaves in magnificent shades of burnt orange, crimson, and gold. The way the air develops that crisp, unmistakable autumn chill, just cold enough to turn the tips of your nose pink…
Twenty Fucking Years: On Love, Marriage, and Finding Each Other Again
Love is such a peculiar thing. It's simultaneously one of the most universal human experiences and one of the most deeply individual. There are so many kinds of love. The love we have for our children. The love we feel for our parents, siblings, friends, and the people who become family somewhere along the way.…
I Wrote a Book. Apparently, That Was the Easy Part
Writing has always come easily to me. Words have been my refuge for as long as I can remember. They've been a place to escape, to process, to question, and occasionally to unleash whatever emotional chaos I've been carrying around. Writing is how I make sense of the world. Sometimes, it's how I avoid making…
I Am Me. And That Is Enough
On feeling everything, becoming someone, and finally learning to see myself. I have always been swollen with emotion. Not in the theatrical sense, although I suppose that depends entirely on how you define theatrical. I don’t raise my voice particularly often. I don’t enjoy being the center of attention. Somewhere along the periphery of the…